by Emma Holly
Please, he thought, his cock hard enough to split. Pre-come slid down it in warm trickles, copious and steady, as if his body were as good at getting wet as Zoe's. Please, God, finish this.
Zoe heard the chair creak as Alex gripped it in a sudden upsurge of need. Both she and Bryan turned to look. Blood suffused Alex's face, the muscles twisted and sweating with erotic strain. His cock was straining, too, its tip running with desire. He was glaring at them, his eyes hot blue fire.
He looked ready to pull the chair apart.
Maybe it wasn't nice of her to enjoy his suffering, but Zoe's sheath fluttered in reaction, letting down a sluice of moisture that made Bryan gasp.
When he twitched and lengthened, she knew she'd had enough.
"All right," she said, her throat thick with excitement. "You can push me over now."
Magnus expected her to go quickly, but it didn't take more than three hard plunges to trigger Zoe's climax. His cock forgot it wasn't inside her, jerking as she moaned and trying its damnedest to come with her. He could feel Bryan pumping faster, could sense his balls tightening. She was honeyed inside and hot, and Magnus licked his lips at the feel of her. So sweet. So perfect. But Bryan was better at this than he should have been. Magnus knew he had to be seconds from blasting off, but he hung on well enough to increase the pressure on her G-spot. Zoe screamed when she came this time, her thighs clutching like a vise, her pussy flooding him with wetness. Bryan's cock slid faster, slicker, jolts of sensation sparking down his nerves with each contraction of her vagina. He strained for his finish with a hunger magnified to desperation by the fuck-her spell.
He'd die if he couldn't come. Just… plain… die. Lungs that felt like Magnus's sucked in air, but only Bryan's seed jetted like a fountain when Zoe's sex squeezed again.
Bryan's body jammed against Zoe's as if all of him could join his cock.
Me. now, Alex thought, his brain reduced to its most primitive condition. It repeated the demand as Bryan rolled off Zoe. She looked at Alex, her gaze hot enough to burn, trailing down his body to the evidence of how successfully they'd tormented him. Alex's cock was pounding harder than his heart. He shouldn't have neglected it just because Bryan was mad at him. At the least, he should have jacked off in this morning's shower. Now he was paying the price for his misguided sense of restraint.
Zoe seemed to know it. Her smile was slow enough, and more than devilish enough, for her to have read his mind.
Too bad he didn't think her smile meant relief was near.
"You'll like this next bit," she said, and dug into her black satchel.
"Jesus," Alex swore, though he'd intended to remain silent.
She held a molded "jelly" dildo, bright blue, with tiny bubbles glittering inside. She tapped her pouting lips with it, drawing Bryan's eyes to the thing as surely as Alex's. When she licked it, both men shuddered.
"Eight long inches," she said archly, "but I think we know Bryan is man enough to take that."
That pulled Bryan's gaze to Alex's erection, shining clearly with its own wetness. Alex knew how big he was, how red and angry and stiff. Bryan's breathing had been settling after his explosive climax, but now it reversed course.
"Hm," said Zoe. "I was worried this toy might be a little thick, but the girth looks like a good match, too."
Alex couldn't help himself. He tugged wildly at the handcuffs, a growl rising in his chest his pride couldn't stop. "You are not going to make me watch you fuck him with that."
"Why, Alex, you sound possessive."
He growled at her again, but she only smiled.
"You've always been a good sport," she said. "Which is why I know I am going to fuck him, and you are going to watch."
Magnus groaned as the dildo breached him, the boundaries between him and Bryan blurring as this night went on. Zoe had lubed it, but—by all that was magic—the thing was big. He and Bryan were on hands and knees, their muscles shaking, their throat tight with pleasure and panic mixed. This had been so much easier when they were in charge. Did she know what she was doing? Would she hurt them accidentally? The puckered ring of muscle that stretched around the toy burned with ecstasy. Magnus hadn't had this done to him very often, and never by a neophyte. The opening was incredibly sensitive, jumping and tingling as she slowly pushed past its nerves.
As if to soothe their worry, she kissed their rump, her little tongue coming out to lick.
She nipped it, too, like she couldn't quite help herself.
"Stroke him," Alex said in a voice like broken concrete. "Give him a distraction so he can relax."
Her hand wrapped their dick, then pulled down the shaft to its tip, making it sing with the stimulation of her warm fingers. This they could tell she was practiced at. They relaxed with a moaning sigh, their entrance giving to her intrusion. The dildo slid farther, farther, warming with each gentle, rocking push.
It felt so good they knew they wanted to let more in.
"Harder," they begged and—bless her—she knew they meant for her to work their cock with more force.
"Tell me when I hit the good spot," she whispered.
She'd hit quite a few already, but then—oh, Lord, then—the dildo reached their prostate and fireworks went off. Magnus's previous partners must not have been very skilled. This was the closest thing he knew to coming without actually spilling seed.
"Oh, God," he groaned, or would have if he'd had control of their mouth. Fortunately, Bryan wanted exactly what he did.
"Move," he barked, "under me. I'm gonna die if I don't get my cock inside you."
Alex groaned at the picture the two of them made, at the heavy thump of the headboard against the wall. Zoe rocked the dildo against Bryan's prostate while he fucked her like a lust-crazed beast. Her motions were far from smooth, the limits of her reach and her extreme arousal precluding grace. Alex doubted Bryan cared. Hard and fast seemed to be all he wanted, and that she was supplying—from either side. Bryan was whining in his throat, his God-I-need-to-come pre-orgasmic sound. Alex clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached, in perfect sympathy with his urgency.
Those gorgeous legs were climbing Bryan's back, their clenching calves and thighs the sexiest thing he'd ever seen on a woman—the sexiest thing he'd ever seen on a man being the knotted muscles of Bryan's ass. Bryan was close. Alex knew the signs. His friend's throat arched back on a strangled moan, his Adam's apple standing out like stone.
Higher, Alex thought, his nails biting into his palms with his need to be where Bryan was. He could hardly stand not being in control of this. "Pull her leg higher."
Bryan glanced sideways at him, startled, but a second later he yanked Zoe's foot to his shoulder. She still wore the red fuck-me shoes, though how hard her toes were curled seemed to be all that held them on. The change in angle pulled her tighter against him, letting her feel each hard stroke hit the subtle pressure point near her womb.
Alex knew this was what she needed. She wailed in reaction, her orgasm grabbing her violently. Bryan barely had time to plough back inside her before he went, too. He cried out at the sudden climax, both their bodies straining to stay close.
Alex had to close his eyes. Their expressions were too naked, too electrified by pleasure. Even without a view, it was bad enough. Their throaty cries grew softer, slower as the peak played out. Finally, silence fell except for their panting, except for the sucking click of their decoupling.
Bryan sighed as he pulled out, repletion and regret mingling in the sound. Alex heard a condom hit the trash can, like a slap to his neglected cock.
He wondered how much longer they were going to torture him. Oh, he understood why they wanted to. He just didn't think he could sit here a second longer without going mad.
"Okay," Zoe said into the quiet. "Give us a minute to catch our breaths, and we'll take care of you."
He should have been elated, but he could hardly move when they unlocked the cuffs. He'd spent his strength struggling against them. They had to help him to the
bed and lay him down.
"Please don't make me wait," he begged them both, his lust stronger than his pride. "I want your hands on me. I need to come so bad I could scream."
"Shh." Zoe kissed the marks his fight had left on his wrists. "Bryan and I are going to make it all better."
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Chapter Fifteen
Alex was no stranger to strong desires, but if he'd ever needed release this badly, he couldn't remember it. He felt more at Zoe and Bryan's mercy than when he'd been handcuffed to the chair. The touch of their hands dragged helpless moans from him, and he didn't even care whose hands they were.
"Shh." Bryan echoed Zoe's soothing as Alex thrashed. Kneeling up by the headboard, he used his weight to pin Alex's wrists apart, which allowed Zoe to kiss a teasing path down his sweat-streaked chest. Alex's skin was starved for touch and, in that way, he felt as if she saved his sanity, but—God—she was too gentle. After what they'd put him through, he needed so much more than that.
His wish burst out when she licked a circle around his navel. "I want both of you," he ground out. "I want both of you to suck me off."
Zoe looked up his body, her eyes two gray stars. Her hand steadied his beating shaft mere inches from her soft pink mouth. "Both of us at once?"
He nodded, swallowing, not sure how this request would be received. Zoe turned her gaze to Bryan, who quirked his brows. "There does appear to be room," he remarked dryly.
Alex's lust broke its bounds even before their heads found space to maneuver on either side his groin. He gripped the sheets and gasped for control as Bryan's tongue swept wetness across his crown. Zoe's mouth went lower, latching and suckling beneath the rim. The intensity of his excitement had him in knots. He could be quick on the trigger when he was made to wait, not a problem when you were as multiorgasmic as he was—or not usually. The sensation of two mouths, two tongues, and four hands worth of fingers probing the sweet spots around his cock was too good to relinquish a second before he had to.
Alex wanted to roll in the feelings, to memorize each suck and squeeze—and never mind the enthrallment of just watching what they were doing. Those two dark heads… those naked bodies… each a perfect example of its sex—these were images he'd fantasize to for years. The realization that Bryan and Zoe likely would as well came all too close to doing him in. He hung by his nails for minutes, then tens of minutes, delirious with pleasure even as he shuddered with his grinding need to let go.
"You now," Zoe said to Bryan as her mouth released his prick. "I want to see how deep you can swallow him."
Her curls pulled off him like a warm blanket. She and Bryan been switching places for the last few minutes, one mouth replacing the other, a trade that not only kept them from tiring but seemed to goad both on. Spots of color burned on their cheeks, proof of how worked up they were. Seeing the matched display, Alex knew he wouldn't survive this next alternation, no matter how much he wished he could.
He tried to brace as Bryan took Zoe's place. His mouth was stronger, bolder. He took almost all of Alex in the first dip. Tension coiled in his muscles until they ached. Zoe murmured something comforting, her slender hand pressing his now-tender balls up into his groin. Her breath fanned hot against the crease between his leg and torso, and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. Giving in to desperation, he released his stranglehold on the sheets to grab Bryan's head.
"Oh, God," he gasped as Bryan's mouth sank down for another pull. His tongue was wet, his lips tight and hard where they wrapped his teeth. Bryan didn't have to deep-throat Alex to get him to see stars. He was a fucking Hoover vacuum of oral sex, sucking like he was trying to force the orgasm out. The pressure hurt for a second, and then he went.
Light flashed behind his eyes as a searing wave of feeling rolled through his limbs. It was too good. Too much. He came like a dam breaking, burst after burst until he thought he'd die if it didn't end.
And then it did end, lassitude spreading through him like a steaming bath.
"There," Zoe said. "That's got to feel better."
She crawled up beside him and kissed his cheek. "Want to rest a minute, or shall Bryan and I get started on your next climax?"
"My next?" he said through his gasping breaths.
"We know how many you can take." Bryan's hand slid up his lax inner thigh. "We've agreed we're not going to stop until you're worn out."
Alex was speechless. Bryan moved up and kissed him just as sweetly as Zoe had. The touch of his tongue sent a tiny sparkler down through his cock. This was too good an offer for a man like him to turn down.
"Now," Alex said, rolling toward Bryan and his muscled thigh. "I'm ready for everything now."
He was ready but not prepared. Alex had been with many partners who desired him, but he'd never been with two people who both knew and cared about him. Certainly, he'd never been with anyone who only wanted to see to him. Maybe his need to be in charge had stopped the others, but he honestly couldn't remember anyone trying hard.
Bryan and Zoe weren't just trying, they were overwhelming him with their determination to bring him every possible sensual delight, until he could hardly process them all. When Zoe rode him, Bryan caressed his legs. When Bryan pulled him to his shaky knees and fucked him, Zoe bent down in front and mouthed his cock. Their hands went everywhere, the contrast between their male and female bodies touching off desires he had no defense against. He came until he was hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. Only then did their touch grow gentler, kinder, tweaking here and there in pinches to wake his nerves from their sweet stupor.
Most devastating of all was that Bryan and Zoe fed off each other, stealing each other's tricks with a sense of play he didn't expected.
They weren't rivals. They were a team.
"Show me that tongue thing," Bryan demanded, trying to master a flutter Zoe had used to bring his spine off the bed.
"Only if you tell me what you were doing with your fingers."
"Oh, God," Alex said, because he knew exactly what technique she meant. It had involved Bryan sliding two lubed fingers inside his anus, and then opening and closing them like a pair of slowly beating wings.
Bryan laughed at his alarm. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Let me show you that one first."
With her smaller hands, Zoe needed three fingers to have the same effect, but the mere fact that she was willing to perform this act had him moaning just as loudly.
"Shall I suck you now?" Bryan offered, the same as if Alex still had the power to speak.
"I think that groan means yes," Zoe said for him.
Alex was on his side, unable to do more than twitch between them. Bryan lifted his thigh over his shoulder, spreading him wide. One of Zoe's hands massaged the ridge of his perineum, while Bryan's wonderfully hard mouth surrounded him in warmth. Alex was trapped, but this time only by pleasure.
One more, he begged his weary body, the coil of need beginning to tighten. Let me have one more.
The soles of his feet were tingling, the palms of his hands. Heat lapped his body from either side where Zoe and Bryan worked their magic. Zoe's breasts were soft against his back, Bryan's penis hard against his shin. Alex was almost coming, almost toppling over the wall. Bryan reached up his chest to tweak his nipple… and all the skeins of feeling wound together in a blissful ball. Like the final sweet that capped a feast, his ejaculation came in slow pulses, each wrenched from exhausted but willing nerves.
His every cell sighed with completion.
"Enough," he said, and for the first time in his life he honestly meant it.
Zoe laid her head beside his hip and let out her breath, but Bryan dragged himself up the bed until they could hug. Though he barely had strength to move, Alex's throat was tight.
"Thank you," he said, the words inadequate but all he had. "That meant more to me than I can say."
Bryan slid his arm under Alex's neck, his bicep a hard but warm pillow. "You're welcome, buddy."
He was grinning just a little, those near-black
eyes so gentle it was impossible to believe him capable of cuffing anyone to a chair.
"This was your idea," Alex whispered, his voice failing him. "You knew this was my fantasy."
"I knew," Bryan agreed.
Alex felt Zoe move away from them to sit up, but he couldn't look away from Bryan. This night had been a gift Alex doubted he would have had the generosity of soul to give—especially if his affections had been involved the way Bryan's were. Alex was humbled by what he'd done, not just grateful but awed.
Then, as if his subconscious had been waiting for his guard to fall, a rusty blade of loneliness jabbed his heart. He'd never had a night this sweet, but he'd had many just as daring, and none of those partners were now a part of his life. Alex didn't think he could bear losing Bryan, too.
He touched his friend's face and kissed him, gentle but deep. He couldn't say he loved him, not when he wasn't sure what he meant, or how Bryan would interpret it. He felt it, though, with a fullness words couldn't touch.
Whatever the nature of his feelings, he had no trouble conveying their intensity. The kiss went on and on—though it was never anything but tender. Each time it seemed it might end, one of them would turn his head a fraction, and their tongues would slide against each other, and they'd have to explore the charm of the new angle.
They couldn't let go. They were holding something to them so it couldn't fray. Bryan's hands moved up and down Alex's back, slow, soothing passes of his callused palms. Alex was vaguely aware that Zoe wasn't touching them, wasn't participating in what they were doing like she had before.
It was this that finally made him pull away from Bryan.
He turned to her, his head swimming slightly from the lengthy kiss. She was sitting cross-legged on the mattress, watching them quietly.
"Zoe," he said, his hand sliding up her arm.
